I didn’t want to accept the fact that I’ve grown another year. The last year was a good mix of experiences, firsts, and lasts. After graduating, I still would like to talk to and visit friends, but I really don’t know how much I can do. Well, at least in person. I managed to stop in and visit “the Asians” during a club fair and helped table. I hugged one acquaintance and she was like, “So I’ll see you around right?” and I was like, “Uhhh… I graduated.”
“You Did?”
Yes I understand that a lot of times SUNY New Paltz suffer from the 5 year program. Sorry, I guess I was motivated and driven. I had a plan. Although I’m still searching for a job that fits me now, I have made a lot of moves to get me to a place that I like.
Erm, where was I? This post wasn’t supposed to be about my graduation
I watched a special on ABC last night about how prettier people get perks in life. So I have a goal of becoming prettier…err more handsome so I can get perks. I never got perks. Well, I mean I have a boyfriend and I know ugly people who don’t have boyfriends. Then again, I also knew ugly people who dated ugly people and that just is gross. Haha. I’m narcissistic. Step one: check.
As one measure I’m trying to grow out my hair into a decent length, nothing tacky but still “good looking.” I guess I just need a break from spikes. I actually wanted to put some red back into my hair, but I couldn’t find the box-o-red that I used to use. I’m right now working on a middle part, since I realized I suffer from fat face if I have bangs; thus leading to figuring out hairstyles that use a little bit of forehead. So I found an inspiration point: the often handsome Leonardo DiCaprio. I did find him kind of ugly in both The Man In The Iron Mask and Gangs of NY. I’m not sure which era though, I mean I really did like the Romeo + Juliet era hair, but I think I’m going to go for circa Titanic hair. I always wondered if my hair had a light wave to it if I grew it out.
Eric is trying to grow out his hair as well. I met him with longer hair, and although I love him no matter what his hair looks like, I do prefer the short hair. It’s cuter. I actually prefer him looking a little scruffy and with short hair. If he has long hair, I prefer shaved. I guess it’s a hair ratio (I should probably tell him this). I wonder what he thinks of my hair?
(Earlier on in our relationship, we were both thinner. I'm working on losing the weight. I had Ribs on the Run last week.)
Eric’s hair now, because it hasn’t gotten to behind the ear status has a little bit of a flip in the front. It’s odd. Last week he also had a little remnant of Theodore Roosevelt moustache. The beginning stages.
We’ll see how long I last with the hair growing thing, I did cut it earlier this summer because I couldn’t take it, but it surprisingly has grown pretty quick. Maybe it’s the Rice Milk I’m having with my cereal.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Somehow a blog about Titanic, Theodore Roosevelt, and Asians
Monday, June 02, 2008
Friday, July 27, 2007
The fun that is known as Haircut.
Whenever I need a haircut and am in New Paltz, I take a walk into town. Nextdoor to P&G’s there is a haircutting place called Ricci’s. It’s not your average haircutting place. It’s a barbershop. Run by women. Nothing bad there, just a little odd. They play music from a Sound Choice channel which ranges in their mood. Several times that I’ve been there, they have had the wonders of 90s (I'm cool like that) or the magic of Disco (Do the Hustle!) . Plastic/Metal-hybrid folding chairs are on the wall parallel from the 3 cutting chairs. A magazine rack contains a mixture of Sports Illustrated, Consumer Report, Businessweek, and Cosmo.
Along with the stereotypical pictures of 90s haircuts on the wall, each girl has placed random nick-nacks on their mirrors. While I was sitting on the left chair, usually run by Maria (not a Ricci and she wasn’t there, more on that later) I stared at a picture of a doggie, and two postcards of men. One where he was in a Speedo in Switzerland, the other was a group shot of men in Speedos lying on a beach. It was the same postcards that I saw as a kid in Atlantic City, next to the shot of Showboat or Sands. Along with that I can see Maria and Kristina’s Licenses. Kristina has a normal picture of her attached, Maria’s on the other hand looks like it was taken in P&G’s while drinking. A very typical facebook/myspace picture.
There is usually have a little dog running around, and they have a little fence door for the dog. It wasn't there the day i got my haircut. The owner (Kristina’s mother who probably started Ricci's or took it over from her father or something) whose name I still haven’t figured out laughs about it, “You know even though the door is there to keep the dog in, it’s good for keeping kids in too.” They give lollypops to kids, and the time I was there it seemed like this one kid knew the drill, he was being nice while his younger brother was being a little ADHD on the seat occasionally turning and looking at me. I’d smile back. I feared that he’d have a funny cut in his hair because of the turning. The older kid though was done, had asked nicely for a lollypop, took one out of the drawer, thanked the mother cutter, and asked his mom if she could remove the plastic wrapper for him. I swear he was only 5. He sat back in one of the chairs patiently waiting for his younger brother to finish.
I usually get my haircut from Maria, even though I like Kristina’s haircutting skills better. Timing I guess. The day I was there, Maria wasn’t there, but a woman named Dawn was in her place. She looked like she was in her 40s, has taken too much drugs in her life, and has peroxided her hair so it was a very platinum blonde. Her hair was in messy curls. She wore clothes like she wanted to fit in with the late 20-something Kristina. There is traditionally a little banter between the haircutter and I and because Dawn is new to me I got the basic questions. You know, yes I am a student, taking business classes, from Yonkers, older sister, yeah, mmhmm. She got a phone call and took it and excused herself, I didn’t mind at all. But all I heard were these two phrases:
“Did you find my pills?” and “Did you feed Autumn yet?”
It was worth sitting back and thinking how I didn’t like the fact that my head looks a lot rounder from the way Dawn and Maria both cut my hair. She returned, apologizes and continues. By the time we were done I got the traditional question of how I style my hair. She responded with “messy” and I agreed with her. She asked if she could put gel in. Traditionally I would say no, but today I said okay. Just because it was from a random woman who got a little ocd by the end. She rubbed gel into her hands and then ran it through my hair. Then she spent the next 5 minutes rubbing my head trying to get it right. She gave me one tip: Gel all my hair back, then lightly push forward. I thanked her, paid my dues, tipped her, and went on my way.
The next five minutes I called up Eric and discussed what just happened. Eric believes that she is taking Vicodin for her years of drug usage. We still aren’t sure of Autumn is her daughter or dog. Eric told me not to count out that she may have named her son Autumn. I really hope not. I find Dawn to be a stereotype of a New Paltz Townie:
One that has taken drugs, partied, maybe a little too hard, but is happy here making a living, talking to other townies and students about life and the newest gossip around the Paltz.
For an eight dollar haircut, I get a lot of entertainment.
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